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a fiction from the granville street bridge (part 3)
it’s a scar not a scab , so if i keep at this i don’t think it will bleed. and you might wonder now why i am continuing – why i do not walk away now just as i did not walk away then….… Continue Reading “a fiction from the granville street bridge (part 3)”
a fiction from the granville street bridge (part 2)
(this post follows this one) in writing about this man, the artist who gave me the fifteen dollars to lie down beside him (and no, i did not have to touch, it was all about proximity), i have remembered one other thing he gave… Continue Reading “a fiction from the granville street bridge (part 2)”
a fiction from the granville street bridge
there it was – on the bridge waiting for me – a memory i had forgotten about entirely. the despair of an 18-year old girl drenched in december rain – looking over at mid-span and thinking “if i go over with this pack on… Continue Reading “a fiction from the granville street bridge”
news to start the day with
i’m no fan of the military, and i think marriage is an outmoded institution… but for some reason, this makes me happy anyhow.
prioritizing tragedy
i’m feeling good this morning – am definitely relieved to be done the exam for my counselling methods course (i think it went okay) and got a solid night of sleep in (7.5 hours uninterrupted!). now i just have to finish the final paper… Continue Reading “prioritizing tragedy”
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